Supernatural Imagines & Preferences ^Completed^

New Things (Misha×Reader)

   Prompt: "Don't you think you've done enough?"

   You had met Misha when you were on a run, bumping into him when you looked down to change the music you were listening to. His blue eyes captured your attention immediately, causing you to stutter out an apology and introduction. You both continued your jog together, you going the opposite way back towards your house just to talk to him more. He offered a date, to which you obviously agreed to, and he said he would pick you up later that afternoon. 

   You had showered and dressed in a pair of jeans and nice shirt, knowing that he wouldn't take you anywhere that required a fancy dress at noon on a Sunday. He showed up at your house in his car and with a few roses, making you smile at the gesture. You invited him in your house while you put the flowers in a vase. You found a small, glass vase in one of your cabinets and filled it halfway with water. You placed the roses inside, arranging them in a pleasant way, before walking back into your living room to see that Misha had befriended your cat, Penny. His dark colored shirt had already been tainted by her snow white fur as he stroked her back. 

   "You ready," you asked as you grabbed your purse from the table in the living room and he looked up at your from his kneeling position on the floor and nodded. He stood up, attempting to wipe the fur off his shirt but made it worse, causing you to laugh a little at his struggles. "Don't worry about it. You'll still be finding the hair after months of not wearing shirt." He smiled as he rolled his eyes, huffing dramatically before holding the door open fro you as you made your way out to his car. Misha ran ahead of you after you locked the door to your house and was already holding open the passenger's side door of his car for you. 

   "Madame," he said jokingly as you laughed and slid into the seat. He made his way towards the other side of the car and slid into his side. He backed out of your driveway before making a right and heading towards town. 

   "So, where are we going?" He snuck a glance at you as he smiled. Misha ignored your question with a smirk, making you believe that he was trying to keep it a secret. "You're not going to tell me?"

   "You'll figure it out when we get there," Misha said as he parallel parked and got out of the car. You rolled your eyes before unbuckling your seat belt and getting out of the car as well, seeing Misha waiting for you on the sidewalk. He had his hand held out for you, so you grabbed it and laced your fingers with his. You smiled at the warmth of his hand as he led you through the streets, and you eventually caught on to where he was taking you: the bookstore. 

   The bookstore was your favorite place to go on your days off of work, and you would've gone today by yourself after your run; however, it was much more fun being their with Misha. You wondered why he was taking you there, but you were excited when you remembered that they just got their monthly shipment in and had a whole new selection of books. Misha held the door open for you as you thanked him and walked right over to your favorite section: realistic fiction. You searched through to see if they had gotten the book you had really wanted to read and your eyes lit up when you spotted the dark red cover. You yanked it off the shelf, the smile on your face reaching your eyes. You were so immersed in the synopsis on the back that you didn't notice Misha behind you until he placed a hand on your shoulder. 

   "I figured we could each pick out a book for one another. For example, you look for one that you'd think I would like and I'll look for one that I think you'd like." You nodded as he started scanning the shelves. "At least I know your favorite section." You rolled your eyes and playfully punched his shoulder. You held your book in your hand before roaming over to where your favorite book sat. You picked it up and went up to the register to pay for the two books you were holding. Misha was already up there and you instinctively hid your book, to which he also hid his as a reply.